Chapter 1293

As long as she mingles with the crowd, she doesn't believe that Su Mo can really find her. No matter how powerful he is, he can't pass the sky.

She walked to the broken bridge step by step, and the people passing by were accompanied by twos and threes, which made her feel more lonely in a foreign land.

In the evening, the sky was still clear, but it suddenly rained at night. Wei Jiaren stood on the broken bridge, looked blankly into the distance, and let the drizzle wet his clothes.

The crowd on the broken bridge gradually dispersed, while Wei Jiaren was still silent, his eyes were indifferent, and his small face was pale without any emotion.

It rained harder and harder, but the sky above her head was suddenly clear. She raised her small face slightly. There was a big black umbrella on her head. Holding the umbrella handle was a clean and slender hand.

"I don't know how to take shelter when it rains. What a silly girl."

Su Mo wrapped his coat around her, and then held his clothes in his arms. "Do you think we're meeting on a broken bridge?"

Wei Jia Ren's side face leaned lightly against his chest and sighed slightly.

Is it fate?

It's fate that she can't get rid of him?!

"Bai Suzhen waited for Xu Xian for thousands of years, but Xu Xian still negative her, Su Mo, will you negative me?" she raised her chin and her clear eyes went straight into his eyes deeper than the ocean.

Su Mo looked back in silence. Her cool thin lips fell on her forehead and kissed her affectionately, "Jiaren, I won't lose you."

When they returned to the hotel, their clothes were soaked, and the wet shirt was pasted on Su Mo, perfectly highlighting the man's strong body.

And Wei Jiaren looks worse than him.

The snow-white skirt is pasted on the skin, the exquisite body is looming, the dark hair is pasted on the pale face, and the hair tips are dripping.

In Su Mo's eyes, there was a flame burning inch by inch. The eyes that fell on her couldn't move away, especially her undulating chest due to breathing.

He walked over and reached out, but he had already grabbed her waist. When he held her, Wei Jiaren was shocked. She subconsciously reached out and refused, "I... I'm going to take a bath."

Su Mo smiled. She lit a fire. How could he allow her to escape?

He locked her in his arms and stroked her white and soft skin inch by inch. "Jiaren, are you avoiding me?"

Wei Jiaren closed her lips tightly. She knew Su Mo was intentional. "Su Mo, I don't want to."

She kept struggling in his arms, while Su Mo's arms became tighter and tighter.

"But I want you, so, Jiaren, should you do your wife's duty? Huh?"

With an evil smile on his lips, he picked her up and strode into the bedroom.

Under the faint moonlight, her skin was as crystal clear as white porcelain, and bright tears hung on her long eyelashes.

He couldn't help but bow his head and kiss her eyes.

If Wei Jiaren opened her eyes at this time, she would be able to catch the deep feeling in his eyes.

After lingering, Wei Jiaren was already very tired.

In her sleep, her body unconsciously approached the source of warmth. Her head rested on Su Mo's arm, her white face was quiet, and the corners of her lips bent a faint arc.

Su Mo smiled, picked up her cell phone, recorded her sleeping face at the moment, and then set this photo as a cell phone screen.

"Jia Ren, I will remember this moment. The smile on your face is brighter than the sun." he bowed his head and kissed her forehead.

Wei Jiaren, do you know that I love you too, very much.